Mac Lethal - The Edge (Baptized in Whiskey) lyrics
[Mac Lethal - The Edge Baptized in Whiskey lyrics]
Ezekiel choke: Wrap you arm around the head
Grab the sleeve of your gi
And crush his throat
I'm feeling uninspired nah, fuck that shit
I'm feeling under fire
I'm 'bout to come alive
I'm 'bout to crush the vibe
I'm 'bout to take a
Hundred rappers hostage and
Choke out their oxygen
Won't leave a single one alive
Got my glass-dipped handwraps on
You little pussy got your Tampax on
Little bitch
Got your new designer handbag on
I'm fuckin' poison
I swig the bottle and leave
Every drop of Anthrax gone
Gone with the wind until the harvest weather
I did these rappers so dirty
I got a Scarlet Letter
I found a studio and crumbled
Up the opium tar
Plugged in the microphone, pressed record
And opened my scars
Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe
Dangling my feet, you wanna jump
Well I'mma do it first
This is life man, I let that go
I put my finger on the trigger
And I check that pulse, woah!
Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe
Dangling my feet, you wanna jump
Well I'mma do it first
You better get that ghost
I never had a brush with death that close
'Cause me and death that close
It's been a while since I felt sane
I spent a little too much
Time in hell's flames
I flatlined eventually
Woke up as a baby demon baptized in whiskey
My breath got that Irish car bomb stench
I love the pretty little scars
On a far gone wench
You know I sleep on her spine
Like a hard long bench
And I eat Skittles while we
Play like I'm Marshawn Lynch
Lynch, lynch me with a comet tail
Walking through the snow leaving
A whiskey-colored vomit trail
Locking up my soul and I'm like, "bitch
You know it's not for sale"
(Locking up my soul and I'm like, "bitch
You know it's not for sale")
A lot of bitter fans try
To say I'm selling out
Okay, let's talk about the major labels
That don't help me out
Let's talk about the number one singles and
The ringtones that I've never had
Or the royalty checks I don't bring home
Listen closely, I'm independent homie
Which means that I can either shoot
A video or get some groceries you know
Some lunch meat or pears at the store
You don't respect that? Then fuck you
I don't care anymore stop listening
Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe
Dangling my feet, you wanna jump
Well I'mma do it first
This is life man I let that go
I put my finger on the trigger
And I check that pulse, woah!
Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe
Dangling my feet, you wanna jump
Well I'mma do it first
You better get that ghost
I never had a brush with death that close
'Cause me and death that close
Ezekiel choke: Snugly wrap your arm around
Your opponent's neck grab the sleeve
Of your own gi do not stick
Your fingers inside it, however
Because that is illegal
Now, pull the sleeve of your own gi
Causing the outer ridge of your hand to
Wedge against your opponent's carotid artery
Posture up, pull down, and push your hand
Sandwiching his neck
Train hard, shut the fuck up
And hit Ezekiel chokes
Grab the sleeve of your gi
And crush his throat
I'm feeling uninspired nah, fuck that shit
I'm feeling under fire
I'm 'bout to come alive
I'm 'bout to crush the vibe
I'm 'bout to take a
Hundred rappers hostage and
Choke out their oxygen
Won't leave a single one alive
Got my glass-dipped handwraps on
You little pussy got your Tampax on
Little bitch
Got your new designer handbag on
I'm fuckin' poison
I swig the bottle and leave
Every drop of Anthrax gone
Gone with the wind until the harvest weather
I did these rappers so dirty
I got a Scarlet Letter
I found a studio and crumbled
Up the opium tar
Plugged in the microphone, pressed record
And opened my scars
Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe
Dangling my feet, you wanna jump
Well I'mma do it first
This is life man, I let that go
I put my finger on the trigger
And I check that pulse, woah!
Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe
Dangling my feet, you wanna jump
Well I'mma do it first
You better get that ghost
I never had a brush with death that close
'Cause me and death that close
It's been a while since I felt sane
I spent a little too much
Time in hell's flames
I flatlined eventually
Woke up as a baby demon baptized in whiskey
My breath got that Irish car bomb stench
I love the pretty little scars
On a far gone wench
You know I sleep on her spine
Like a hard long bench
And I eat Skittles while we
Play like I'm Marshawn Lynch
Lynch, lynch me with a comet tail
Walking through the snow leaving
A whiskey-colored vomit trail
Locking up my soul and I'm like, "bitch
You know it's not for sale"
(Locking up my soul and I'm like, "bitch
You know it's not for sale")
A lot of bitter fans try
To say I'm selling out
Okay, let's talk about the major labels
That don't help me out
Let's talk about the number one singles and
The ringtones that I've never had
Or the royalty checks I don't bring home
Listen closely, I'm independent homie
Which means that I can either shoot
A video or get some groceries you know
Some lunch meat or pears at the store
You don't respect that? Then fuck you
I don't care anymore stop listening
Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe
Dangling my feet, you wanna jump
Well I'mma do it first
This is life man I let that go
I put my finger on the trigger
And I check that pulse, woah!
Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe
Dangling my feet, you wanna jump
Well I'mma do it first
You better get that ghost
I never had a brush with death that close
'Cause me and death that close
Ezekiel choke: Snugly wrap your arm around
Your opponent's neck grab the sleeve
Of your own gi do not stick
Your fingers inside it, however
Because that is illegal
Now, pull the sleeve of your own gi
Causing the outer ridge of your hand to
Wedge against your opponent's carotid artery
Posture up, pull down, and push your hand
Sandwiching his neck
Train hard, shut the fuck up
And hit Ezekiel chokes